Me, My teachers and My Hindi

Dr. G‘s class has always been an interesting experience. Have you ever wondered what language your teacher is communicating in…? I have never been able to figure that out in his case. In other’s classes at least you have this responsibility of pretending to listen. But Dr.G’s classes have never given us the pain. You can do whatever you want. I even had this weird idea of running out of the class shouting “nahiiiiiiiiiii”… you see, to make the class a little more interesting for my friends.
On the other hand Dr. K’s class has always been fun. At least in his case I am pretty sure that he is talking in Hindi. Talking about my vocabulary in Hindi…mera hindi nahi aathi hein… galath jawab and sahi jawab are the only two grammatically right phrases that am aware of. Is there any way of solving this problem? I came up with two solutions. Either I should learn Hindi or Dr. Khan should learn Tamil or English.
I named the former solution as “Mission impossible” because I have struggled with that language for 21 years and there is no way for me to master it in one and a half years.
Have you ever listened to khan’s English? It is as good as my Hindi.
So making him learn Tamil was the only possible solution. We, that is to say our class made it clear to him that the non Hindi speaking population of the class is too high. That’s when he started learning Tamil………………………………………………
After listening to his Tamil once, I named him” Mister Impossible”
So here comes question of the day. Do we have good teachers?
Answer: I am too depressed to answer this.

why am i doing this

Having read so many blogs, I just realized tat I could write one too. But the problem is what should I write about?
If the answer is philosophy then I did better stop NOW.
If the answer is humour, then if anyone is reading this page, you better stop NOW. Because am not responsible for the consequences. Why am I sitting and typing this shit when I have got so much of work to do. The answer is boredom. Try sitting with four books and writing notes for a single subject. So coming back to the point …What should I write about?
Answer: may be I should write about meningitis or anything related to my major… even I won’t read it. Hey wait…am I writing this for someone to read… well I heard that u have to try writing like that. Dint I say that I am typing this horrible thing just to kill the time tats killing me. But what if someone reads this? So I have decided at last…
Not what to write… but what not to write.
I hereby take an oath that I wont reveal the deepest and darkest secrets of my life. (But the biggest problem is I don’t have any secrets to reveal)
May be I will take this oath… I will not write about anyone else’s secrets (here comes another problem… no one trusts me with their secrets… so I don’t have anyone’s secret, handy to reveal)
Since I have not decided what to write in my blog, I have decided to decide about how to complete this post.
Should I finish like a Pepsi uma in sun TV? ….. Adutha vaaram ungalai santhikkum varai ungalidam irundhu vidai peruvadhu ungal nandhu.
Or should I finish by saying I will post again whenever I find time? ….. Won’t that be too big headed for an amateur blogger like me? (You see I am a very nice, polite, good, brilliant, intelligent girl… at least I am intelligent than most of you who are killing their time by reading this post)
Coming back to reality… considering the fact that this post is not going to be read by anyone other than me… am gonna say a few words to myself
“ poi padi… illanna CAT la goottu adikka vaendiyadhu dhaan”